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“That’s what I like to hear, you’re being a good girl for me.” He says, making it hard not to come for him until he says. “Oh yes, just like that, baby. Milk this cock for all it’s worth because it’s yours.”

“Oh, God.” Sighing, I tighten my pussy, squeezing his cock as those delicious barbells caress my walls, and feel him sink in deeper.

“Now,Marrone Dolce, come for me now.” He grunts with each stroke, hitting my spot over and over again, until I’m coming undone around him.

“Abel.”

“Don’t stop.” He coaxes me, and I don’t.

Not until I’m on the verge of passing out. “Abel.” I sigh. “That was fucking amazing.”

“It was better than our first time.” He chuckles, carefully moving off me, flopping down in bed beside me.

“How many other women have there been since me?” For once in my life, it feels good to ask such a bold question and not be so scared waiting to hear the answer.

“None. Not a single one, and that’s not like me at all.” A sheepish grin appears as I blush, looking away from him. “It’s because of you that I haven’t been able to fuck anyone else.” I feel his fingertips grace the edge of my chin, lifting so that I’m looking at him, loving what I’m seeing there. “I think about you all the time. For the first few weeks, I wondered what I could have done to make you leave. But it wasn’t me, it was that piece of shit ex-boyfriend of yours. He better fucking hope I never come face to face with him because he’s a dead man.”

“Don’t say things like that, Abel, it makes me feel so loved that you’d actually talk about killing for me.”

“You are loved, that’s exactly why I’d kill him for hurting you.” Well fuck me Fredster. “You look so cute when you blush like that.”

“It’s your fault.” I gush.

“So, what do you want to do today?” He asks, and I’m not sure what I wanna do.

“Um, I don’t know.” Pregnancy brain is real, and I almost forgot about the art gallery showing tonight. “I forgot, I have an art showing at seven o’clock, but I’m free until then.”

“Will you tell me about it?”

We talk for hours, getting to know each other even more. Turns out, he likes looking at art just as much as I like to create it. He even promised to bring me tohisfavorite art gallery here in New York.

He’s been a doctor for the past eight years and the President of his motorcycle club for the past two.

“I never wanted to be the President, but then Clive was killed, and I had to step up for my family.” He says, looking out the window. “His wife, Goldie, hasn’t been the same since. I feel like she’s dying a slow death. She refuses to carry on in a world where Clive is no longer a part of.”

I can tell it hurts him to talk about. I offer him the only comfort I know, pulling him in for a hug and laying my head on his shoulder.

I just, be there for him.

“Sorry doesn’t mean anything, but I still am. I feel for you and for Goldie. Clive touched a lot of people's lives.” He silently nods his head, agreeing with me. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through, and it seems like I’ve added more fuel to your burning embers.”

“Marrone Dolce,you are the reason life is not so hard now. My ex-fiance left me at the altar on what was supposed to be our wedding day.” I gasp. “I hated her, wanted her dead, even fell off the wagon and didn’t care whetherIlived or died. There was no drug or woman I didn’t touch in order to dull the pain. But then you came along. My damsel in disguise who could handle her own on any given day. My tough, little cookie. MyMarrone Dolce.”

Pressing a kiss to my lips, he continues, “Come on, I have a sudden urge to pamper my girls.”

We spend the rest of the day out and about.

True to his word, he wined (non-alcoholic of course) and dined, pampered, and fucked me until it was time for my showing.

“Don’t get too comfortable, everyday is going to be like this. You’ll never have to work unless you want to. I know I said we’d take it slow, but I want you and the baby here with me… Where you belong.” He says, entering every delicious inch of himself inside of me.

“Abel.” I choke out on the verge of tears.

“No, don’t say anything, think about it and let me fill you up with something that will make the decision much easier for you.”

He’s right, this will make it easier.

When he says things like this while he’s deep inside me, I can’t help but agree to it. Of course, I’ll have to tell Cam and Travis all about it because I include them ineverything.

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